I've done this too many times before, i know.
I've let you down too many times before, i know
I've pushed you away too many times before, i know
I've made you cry too many times before, i know...
I've seen you die too many times before, i know.
I've seen you bleed too many times before, i know.
I've seen you scream too many times before, i know.
I've seen you dream too many times before, i know...
You've been there for me so many times before, i know.
You've cared for me so many times before, i know.
You've tried to help so many times before, i know.
You've tried hard so many times before, i know
Yet, even though i know all this, i still keep on hurting you, still keep on letting you down, still keep on cutting you deep, still keep on making you weep. But some times, i sit and i think to myself, that what i am doing doesn't qualify for your help. No one can know how sorry i am that our time together didn't work, and no one can know how sorry i am that i pushed you so hard that you let go, but please do not feel that i intentionally tried, to mess up what we had, for this part of me died, please read this just once you dont have to reply. but i want you to know that this isn't good-bye...